A trace of fear surfaced on Qian Faliang's gaunt, triangular face, and his ugly bean-shaped eyes also bulged.
He thudded to his knees, raising his hands and beginning to kowtow.
"Master, I didn't! I'm wronged!"
Qi Yue stared at the back of Qian Faliang's head, wanting to slash him with a knife but felt it would dirty her hands.
She pondered for a moment and then adopted a conciliatory posture.
"Wasn't it you who informed those people of Zhao Xiyan's exact location?"
"It wasn't. This servant would never dare to deceive the master, nor show disrespect to you!"
"Oh, I believe you wouldn't dare," Qi Yue hummed lightly, "if I find out it's you, then forget about getting the antidote. By this time tomorrow, I want all of those people's accomplices dead, fail to achieve this, and you might as well die yourself!"
Qian Faliang shuddered twice and collapsed on the ground.
"Yes, Master!"
